Old Venture
Adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring
Suntree Bogart and Lauren Bacall
together in the sultry setting of tropical Havana
and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean
Old Venture
Now we bring you the magic games of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall
in Old Venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue
One thing I don't understand, Johnston
Please tell me, I'll try to explain
Why are we sitting here? It just seems to me
talking about this
Well, Shannon's place is pretty public
Known as reverse cloak and dagger in the trade, Mr. Shannon
As far as any of your customers are concerned
we're just sitting here eating cheesecake
It's fine cheesecake, Mr. Bogart
Thanks
Now, shall we go on?
I don't think there's anything to go on about
It's just a matter of whether Sailor wants to help you or not
Sinclair is a clever man, like all foreign agents have to be
We can't have him know that intelligence is on to him
on to what his plans are, why he's in Havana
It embarrasses me to appeal to your patriotism, Mr. Valf
But whatever I have to do to convince you
All I have to do is go to this party, show an ankle
and bear a shoulder to Mr. Sinclair, is that it?
And convince him to drive you to this address in Saint Thomas
I'll meet you there
Let me get this straight
A man suddenly disappears in the States, a man named...
Faulkner
Faulkner, a guy loaded with secrets about nuclear physics
You think he's here in Havana and he's going to contact
a foreign agent named Sinclair, right?
Right
Of course, we'd just love to pick up Faulkner and take him back
But we don't know where he is
Sinclair, we do
And Mr. Valf is going to bring him to us
I've gotten her name on the party's guest list
Am I going, Slate?
That's a question
She's got a chance to wear a strapless
and she says, am I going, Slate?
More cheesecake, Mr. Downstone?
I persuaded them, Faulkner
Did you hear me? I told you...
Why don't you stop playing that piano and listen to me?
Thank you
I said I...
You said you were a persuasive man
I know that
What other possible use could you be to me?
Don't patronize me, Faulkner
I wouldn't dare
You're a dangerous man, Johnston
I confess you frighten me
That's rich
You carry in that bald skull of yours enough atomic knowledge
to turn the world into dust and I frighten you
You never told me, Faulkner
To whom are we going to sell the fruit of this exquisite brain of yours?
Whoever pays the most, whoever makes the highest bid
I'm glad you remember
Sometimes you scientists are prone to become vague
Forgetful about minor things
Like money?
Not this scientist
Life in a test tube has become loathsome to me
Jolly glad to hear it
Now you may tell me how you persuaded the young lady
Simply, ever so simply
I represented myself as being from American intelligence
Showed her Ford's credentials, appealed to her patriotism
Flicked her vanity
She is lovely
And she will bring Sinclair to us?
Mr. Vowell
On a proverbial platter
And what will you do with Mr. Sinclair?
Kill him
I've never killed an intelligence man before
I wonder what it'll be like
Like the other men you've killed?
I know you, oh I do know you
You do?
Yes
Oh yes indeed, you're that girl with the fanciful name
Your sailor DeVal
I've seen you
Oh I'm so glad you've come to my party
What would you like first, some food or a man?
We have assorted quantities of both
Well a man would be nice
Where's the guest of honor?
Louis Sinclair
Oh well I do suppose it's only polite
Louis, come here darling
I have someone here just frothing at the mouth to meet you
Well I would be delighted
Louis, this is sailor DeVal
If you need any help, Louis, scree
Hello Mr. Vowell
Hi
Well now
Well
Well what?
Tell you the truth ma'am, I don't know
I'm guest of honor at this party
The coax come up and talk to me
And I've been saying well now
Well, it's been getting me by
You don't like parties huh?
Well now
Well
Look Mr. Sinclair, you don't have to give me the routine
Relax
I'll tell you what, you can tell me about Texas
Oh the pleasure's all mine ma'am
On the balcony?
With you, sugar push?
Oh you're so pretty in that Havana mood
It can't touch a Texas mood
The balcony Mr. Sinclair
Call me Louis
You're a real devil, rootin' tootin'
Look at it, Havana
You ever been in Houston?
No, but I've dreamed about it
Sweetest dream a fella can have
Where you from Miss DeVal?
Tennessee
What you doing in Havana?
There was a man in Tennessee
That's why I'm in Havana
Texas man wouldn't let you go
He didn't let me go, he followed me to Cuba
Bob's like that
The whole Faulkner family is like that
Who?
Bob, Robert Faulkner
Tall man, green at the temples, little scar on his cheek
One of them brainy guys
Worked in a government science project, didn't he?
That's right, you know him?
Oh do I know Bob Faulkner?
Bobby used to spend summertime on my ranch
What you know Faulkner here in Cuba
Would you like to see him?
Oh, the sooner the finer
He's got a little place in Santa Mas
It's about 20 miles down the coast
We can get there in 15 minutes depending on the traffic
Bob Faulkner in Cuba
Yee-hee
The
You know what I'm going to do about you Miss Duval?
I'm going to write to the boys back home about you Miss Duval
They won't never believe I met up with a girl like you
Even if I take a paralyzed oath on a cistern full of hymn books
Why, when I tell them how you
Oh isn't this the address you showed me on a slip of paper Miss Duval?
Uh-huh
Your arm Louis?
Boy, the boys just won't never believe it that's all
I'll knock on the door
Yes, we
Oh, that
You're sure Faulkner lives here?
If he doesn't I'll let you beat me at lotto
Oh, Mr. Val
I see you've accomplished your mission
You have brought us our coin
The corn-pone is all yours Mr. Johnston
Corn-pone
That's rich
Very rich
Come in Mr. Val
Mr. Sinclair
Where's Faulkner?
You want him don't you Mr. Sinclair?
You've been stepping on his shadow ever since he ran away from Tennessee
And now you think you've found him
Your errand girl told me he'd be here get him
Hey Louis, you're shedding your hayseed
You know I like you better this way
You're a lovely woman Mr. Val
That is you would be lovely if all this weren't so sick-making
Hey, he can't talk to me like that can he?
Can he Mr. Johnston?
No, of course not
No, you
Don't try Mr. Sinclair just give in to it
Oh
Now our Mr. Sinclair will never talk that way to another woman
You killed him cold blood
Mr. Sinclair was a tedious man
He wanted to arrest my Mr. Faulkner so desperately
Oh yes because Sinclair really was from intelligence
True blue
And I brought him to you
We have many rooms here Mr. Val
Choose one suitable for weeping over him
He died a hero's death
Miss Saylor she go to big party
Show pretty soldier to society
The party is over the people have fun
Where Miss Saylor is big question
She's in Santa Mas King
Morning's getting ready to start Mr. Slate
She can be in Santa Mas and back four times
Five times maybe
I figured it out and it came to six
I was going to say six but I didn't want to worry you
Thanks
You worry about Miss Saylor all the time don't you Mr. Slate?
Just once she's supposed to be home and she's not
Maybe I ought to go get her
What time is it King?
Five, a few minutes before
Coast train leaves at a quarter after
I think you ought to get Miss Saylor Mr. Slate
Don't worry about it I'll bring her back to you
If you don't permit me Mr. Saylor
You will not mind that I sit next to you eh?
Not at all Chico sit down
Yeah, gracias, muchas gracias
I could see by your face that you are a very simpatico fellow
Thanks
Oh that Havana, I think Jose Clemente outdid himself in Havana
Jose Clemente is me
Slate Shannon, had a big time huh Jose?
Oh in certain places in Havana they will remember my name
They carved my initials on the walls
They'll never forget you
Eh don't be too sure señor
In Havana the profession is to forget
A man, his name, the days of yesterday
Oh, oh, help me, help me señor
What's the matter you feel sick?
An ugly pain chases itself inside me
Round and about
Please I need atmosphere
Lots of fresh atmosphere
Come on, we'll go out the observation platform
Eh my paper bag
Where is my paper bag?
All of Jose's in this bag
Here it is I've got it come on
Gracias señor
Eh I told you you are very simpatico
Right out this door you'll be alright
Ah here we are
Take a deep breath Jose you'll feel better
Eh give me my paper bag please señor
Anytime feels feels to heal the sickness of going away from Havana
Here you are
Gracias
Little pink feels in this
It surprises you señor Shannon that in this paper bag Jose Clemente carries a gun
It does
Especially when you're pointed at a simpatico fellow like me
This is a remarkable little gun señor Shannon
So little and still big enough to make you fall from this train
You'll never get to Santa Mas
I will shoot tears and say you were drunk
But you and I will know that the little gun did it
Might not be that easy
It will señor
If you do not fall I will make a hole in your simpatico face and then throw you over
You have a choice señor
Thanks
Thanks a lot
Why didn't you want me to get to Santa Mas Jose
But you can't tell me can you
Now back to Bowl Venture
Our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall
And the second act of our story
Mr. Slave he called to Santa Mas
To look for ladies they'll buy train first class
On train he meet a little man with gun
Who tried to keep him from his destination
Little man he don't know he don't succeed
Find his body by tracking railroad beat
Little man
Alright King I got the message
I thought to take your mind off your troubles Mr. Slave
You're kidding
Troubles have I got
Little punk tries to throw me off a train
We get into a fight and he falls off
Cops ask me why I did a thing like that
I tell them why
For three hours I tell them why
They don't believe me
What troubles huh
The big trouble of not finding lady sailor
Where you thought her to be
Yeah
You came up with one
These others the police the little man
They do not make so much hurt
In the absence of lady sailor duty Mr. Slave
You won't sing me a song about it huh King
Well it is not your wish Mr. Slave
Thanks
You promised to bring her back to us
Yeah I did didn't I
I don't get it King
I go to that address in Santa Mars
There's no one there just an alley cat
And some hysterical chickens
I couldn't even find them a rooster
You told the police of the man from intelligence
The man Mr. Johnston
Mm hmm
They never heard of him
But such a man would register with the police
It's always done that
Pay attention King I told you I'd find her
All I have to do is start from the beginning
Remember how sailor went to a party
Yes Mr. Slate
Well this time I brought her home
She might turn into a pumpkin
Comfortable Mr. Vaughan
Why did you bring me back to Havana
Because the method of your disposal
Has not been contracted for
If I'm to kill you the man has to tell me
In what manner for how much
It's up to the man
How does my hair look
I want to make a good impression
A Faulkner doesn't impress
Oh so there really is a Faulkner
Well surely this is his place
Of course he rented it furnished
But it's indicative of his tastes
Expensive like mine
Tell me how does it feel to kill a man
It gets easier all the time
Well here let's talk of more pleasant things
And consider shall we these goblets
Crystal exquisite
Here hold one up for the light
Or then this candlestick on the table
Hand wrought silver
Don't you shiver when you see something so beautiful
Never did
Mr. Johnstone
Yes
How much did you say you got for killing Sinclair
Two thousand
You want to shiver
Pardon
Wait a minute
Here take a look at this locket
Beautiful
Just beautiful
Here I'll take it off so you can see
The diamond in it is worth
Well your two thousand dollars would buy a corner of it
Here
Oh I'm sorry I dropped it
Oh let me
As you got your foot on it Mr. Vaughan
And you put yours right in it
What do you know
You deaded Mr. Faulkner's candlestick
Oh sailors, sailors
You're so brave and clever
Why do you fight it
There's humor in this
A killer lying at your feet
You standing over him with a candlestick in your hand
Irony the essence of humor
Who are you
My name is Faulkner
And yours is Duval
It's fortunate
How about better things happen to me
You have a boat I've heard
And I have you
I'll need both of you
And Mr. Shannon
And Mr. Johnstone
And this gun
Whatever you're selling go away
I'm Slate Shannon Miss Grant may I come in
Oh
Oh the exciting the notorious Mr. Shannon
That would be delightful
Come in Slate
Ricky darling this is Slate Shannon
Don't be frightened darling I'm here
That's right
You just sit here at my feet and play your native songs
And let me run my fingers through your curly curly black black hair
Aye Ricky
Likewise I'm sure
What is it you want to be Slate
My presence at your little dive to lend it chic
Your presence does that in a dive
Isn't he divine Ricky
Now tell me what is it you really want
A charity contribution
I'm looking for Mr. Duval
Say hello to Duval
Oh then it is a charity contribution
Why do you come to me looking for another woman
Your ghost Slate
That means crude
Uh huh
Where is she
I haven't the slightest idea
The last I saw of her she was on a balcony with Louis Sinclair
Louis yelled yippee
And they were off together into the somewhere
Into what somewhere
Wherever girls and boys have fun yelling yippee at each other
How would I know
But you know where Sinclair lives
Uh huh
You want to know too
Yeah now
Tease me for it
So help me Miss Grant if you don't give me Sinclair's address I may hit you over the
head with guitar curly boy and all
Ricky are you going to sit there fingering that stupid guitar and let this this this
wonderful man talk to me like that
Of course you are
You're keen Rick you're a pal
Try the Hotel Caesar Slate because you are so thrilling
Hey how about some service around here
Service
Si senor I am the service
K can I do for you
K means what
I throw in a Spanish word so I am colorful
This way the tourists don't mind no bath with the room
You have a senior Sinclair with a room
Sir Sinclair
Uh huh
Stop being so colorful just tell me where I can find Sinclair
Por favor one second I shall return
One little minute
Yeah hurry back
Senor Marcel Senor
Someone came for Sinclair
See very dangerous looking man I see him I say to myself aha then when he asks for Sinclair
I say
Gracias
Oh senor Slate
What is this I ask a man for Sinclair and I get a minion of the law how come I get
you Marcel
I ask you the same question likewise and so
Look Sailor went to a party she was supposed to meet a man named Sinclair she hasn't been
home
If she married him I want to shake her hand and wish her things
If she married him she should be crying
What
For she would be a widow
Sinclair is dead
Murdered shut he was found beneath the pier at San Tomas
Where's Sailor
I do not know amigo but one thing we do know Senor Sinclair was not as he appeared he was
a member of the intelligence of your country
Sinclair was I thought
Thought what
I don't have to think about it Sailor's in trouble I've got to find it
Yes senor Slate
Arrest me later Marcel I've got to find Sailor
Good luck amigo
There's a gun in your back Shannon
Well Johnston I know you want a dime for a cup of coffee
If you don't want a dime the gutter get into that car
Your friend Faulkner handles my boat real good
He's the genius type how's everything
Hey Faulkner where are we going
Tell him Johnston
We're going to meet a freighter in the middle of the Caribbean sea
It's going to be a neat trick in this fog
Well the genius will find it
He's not so smart he needs a freighter
We don't need a freighter do we sailor
No he's not smart we're smart look at us
I've been looking at you Mr. Vowle
It took a blow with a candlestick to make me do it
It's a pity you're not going on that freighter
Where's it going
To a place of refuge a place where they're going to pay us a lot of money for picking
Faulkner's brains
They're very good for traders huh
Well you'd be surprised
Johnston got two thousand dollars for killing Sinclair
Didn't you Mr. Johnston
Yes I've got a quirk I like money
You know what I think Johnston
What
I think for a man of your talents that's a paltry sum
Real paltry huh sailor
Awfully paltry
What would you consider a fair price for killing a man
Depends now
If it were a man like Faulkner
Slate how could you Mr. Faulkner and Mr. Johnston admire each other
My mistake
You people have something on your mind
I've still got my locket
Here it's in my hand
You could get five thousand dollars for it in any hawk shop in the world
You can believe her I've gotten it
All I'd have to do is shoot you Mr. Varlin and I'd have the locket
My hand's on the rail Mr. Johnston
If you shot me now the locket would drop into the ocean
You'd have to get wet to get it
I'd make book you wouldn't get it
It's worth five thousand
Five thousand dollars to kill Faulkner
I'm going to tell you people something you won't believe
We'll believe you
I never had five thousand dollars at one time in my life
You're not getting any younger you know
Don't you ever get tired of meeting freighters in the dark
How do you know what these people on the boat will do to you
They don't need you
Faulkner
Please it's difficult enough this Faulkner
Let me take a second
Oh what do you want
What
Don't
You
Fool
I'll kill you
Duck sailor
You're going to die Faulkner
Johnston he went overboard
Now you Shannon Mr. Varlin
The wheel we're going to ram that freighter
We all die we all
Grab the wheel sailor
Ah you did good sailor
Faulkner
He's dead
Take the wheel slate
Maybe I'll be a girl for two minutes
Maybe I'll faint
Sailor
What do you want
Where'd you get that locket
A man gave it to me
What man
A man
Do you love him
A lot
He was my father
Why'd you let me hock it last time
You were nice to me
Come here
What did you do that for
I want to hock it again
I might have known the first of the month
Mm-hmm payments due on the boat
I thought you owned the boat
I put a mortgage on it so I could get the hotel out of hock
Don't you own anything outright
Yeah the moon
Come on outside and I'll give it here
And so our two stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall
Have brought to a close our latest bold venture story
Special music was composed and conducted by David Rose
May we invite you to listen again next week at this time
For another exciting adventure starring Humphrey Bogart
And Lauren Bacall together in bold venture